Poems, Narrative and LyricalD. Robertson, 1832 - 232 pagina's |
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Pagina 19
... doth rear . 66 On , on , " the tall Death - seeker cries , " These earth - worms soil our heel , Their spear - points crash like crisping ice On ribs of stubborn steel ! " Hurra ! hurra ! their whirlwinds sweep , And Harald's 19.
... doth rear . 66 On , on , " the tall Death - seeker cries , " These earth - worms soil our heel , Their spear - points crash like crisping ice On ribs of stubborn steel ! " Hurra ! hurra ! their whirlwinds sweep , And Harald's 19.
Pagina 46
... doth greet Our ears with its rude rhyme , Were then as now - they form the chain That links the present with past pain . Sweet Flesh and Blood ! how deadly chill These milk - white fingers be ! The feathery ribs of ice - bound rill Seem ...
... doth greet Our ears with its rude rhyme , Were then as now - they form the chain That links the present with past pain . Sweet Flesh and Blood ! how deadly chill These milk - white fingers be ! The feathery ribs of ice - bound rill Seem ...
Pagina 66
... doth ride . The brown wood is threaded , The grey flood is past , Yet hoarser and wilder Moans ever the blast . No star lends its taper , No moon sheds her glow ; For dark is the dull path That Baron must go . Though starless the sky ...
... doth ride . The brown wood is threaded , The grey flood is past , Yet hoarser and wilder Moans ever the blast . No star lends its taper , No moon sheds her glow ; For dark is the dull path That Baron must go . Though starless the sky ...
Pagina 99
... for them the chaste moonbeam , With broadest light , doth fall . Mad phantoms all , they onward glide- On swiftest wind they seem to ride O'er meadow , mount , and stream : And now , with soft and silent pace , They 99.
... for them the chaste moonbeam , With broadest light , doth fall . Mad phantoms all , they onward glide- On swiftest wind they seem to ride O'er meadow , mount , and stream : And now , with soft and silent pace , They 99.
Pagina 130
... doth strut and flout , then shrink into the grave ! The Wilderness breathes gentleness ; -these waters bubbling free , The gallant breeze that stirs the trees , form Heaven's own melody ; The far - stretched sky , with its bright eye ...
... doth strut and flout , then shrink into the grave ! The Wilderness breathes gentleness ; -these waters bubbling free , The gallant breeze that stirs the trees , form Heaven's own melody ; The far - stretched sky , with its bright eye ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
agony allah bark battle beauty blade bower brave breath bright bright eye brow burst cauld Chirrup chivalry cold COVENANTERS dark death deep doom doth doun dream earth endearing evermore Farewell flower fond frae gallant glad gleaming glee glory gone green Grenada Grim hand hark hauberk heart heaven Heigho hour il allah Jarl Egill kiss thee lady land leaf life's light lips Lord love's luve madness maiden maun merry midnight wind mirth MONODY moonshine mute Nameless Tomb ne'er night Northmen o'er ocean ower pale proud ryde scorn SEA-KING shadows shed shine shore sigh sing Skalds skink sleep smile solemn SONG sound spirit stars strand stream sweet sword tall tear thine thundering tree Twas Twere voice vows wake wandered Water wave weary weep well-a-day wild Willie Wind and Rain wood Worldes for Thee Wouldst thou know yonder young Harald
Populaire passages
Pagina 40 - I've borne a weary lot; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart Still travels on its way; And channels deeper, as it rins, The luve o' life's young day. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered young, I've never seen your face, nor heard The music o' your tongue; But I could hug all wretchedness, And happy could I dee.
Pagina 38 - How cheeks brent red wi' shame, Whene'er the scule-weans laughin' said, We cleek'd thegither hame ? And mind ye o' the Saturdays (The scule then skailt at noon), When we ran aff to speel the braes — The broomy braes o...
Pagina 174 - The grass is soft, its velvet touch is grateful to the hand, And, like the kiss of maiden love, the breeze is sweet and bland ; The daisy and the buttercup are nodding courteously, It stirs their blood, with kindest love, to bless and welcome thee : And mark how with thine own thin locks — they now are silvery gray — That blissful breeze is wantoning, and whispering* "Be gay!
Pagina 42 - It's vain to comfort me, Willie, Sair grief maun ha'e its will — But let me rest upon your briest, To sab and greet my fill. Let me sit on your knee, Willie, Let me shed by your hair, And look into the face, Willie, I never sail see mair!
Pagina 37 - The thochts o* bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path, And blind my een wi...
Pagina 39 - The throssil whusslit sweet ; The throssil whusslit in the wood, The burn sang to the trees, And we with Nature's heart in tune, Concerted harmonies; And on the knowe abune the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi
Pagina 43 - I canna live as I hae lived, Or be as I should be. But fauld unto your heart, Willie, The heart that still is thine, And kiss ance mair the white, white cheek, Ye said was red langsyne. A stoun...
Pagina 187 - His sad eerie cry, And the wee stars were dreaming Their path through the sky ; The burn babbled freely Its love to ilk flower, But we heard and we saw nought In that blessed hour. We heard and we saw nought Above or around ; We felt that our love lived, And loathed idle sound.
Pagina 176 - To suck once more in every breath their little souls away And feed my fancy with fond dreams of youth's bright summer day, When, rushing forth like untamed colt, the reckless, truant boy Wandered through green woods all day long, a mighty heart of joy.
Pagina 34 - I kiss thee. The smile of a maiden's eye Soon may depart ; And light is the faith of Fair woman's heart ; Changeful as light clouds, And wayward as wind, Be the passions that govern Weak woman's mind.